Yasha sat down on the bed in a huff in the room he and Kurama were sharing, the room he would have all to himself tomorrow. "Demons get to have all the fun," he grumbled. "While I get to stay here, as the prince's nanny."
"Prince's advisor," Kurama corrected.
"Princess's advisor would be more fun," Yasha added. "She doesn't whinge and whine over every little thing."
Kurama sat on the bed next to him. "He's not that bad, and you know it."
"That's because I know how to derail him," Yasha said. Yasha breathed in and out a deep breath, trying to memorize Kurama's woodsy scent. He reached over to Kurama, pulling him close and kissing him affectionately. "Maybe when you get back, we can get married," he teased sarcastically.
Kurama laughed under his breath at the mere suggestion. "Your sister would love to plan that. Another fanfare wedding to match that of Prince Takashi's?" Kurama kissed him anew.
Yasha sighed, laying Kurama down on the bed onto his back. Yasha brought his mouth down to Kurama's, deepening the kiss. He then trailed kisses along his mouth, jaw line, and behind his ear. "I just want to strip you down," he breathed. He nuzzled his head to the side and kissed softly along his neck. He reached the collar of his shirt and went back up to his other ear. "I want to unbutton your shirt," Yasha said as he began unbuttoning his button up shirt. "And if you'll let me tonight, your pants as well." Kurama breathed deeper beneath him. "And then we can go from there."
Yasha kissed his way back to Kurama's mouth, claiming it with soft kisses. When his tongue, slipped into his Kurama's mouth, he met it with his own. His kisses were going to be sorely missed come tomorrow night. As they kissed, Yasha busied himself with unbuttoning Kurama's shirt, glad to be dominate tonight. Hopefully for the whole night. He had to pull away from the kissing to finish unhooking the bottom buttons. Yasha pushed the sides of his shirt away, admiring the muscular lover he had had for years beneath him. He had aged, they both had, but slowly as befits demons and elves when compared to humans. From the fighting pits, to being told to stay away from the castle, to being rescued and dragged into the castle, being called on to being the prince and princess's advisors, and back again. Yasha would not have traded the moments for anything.
Yasha looked down at him, smirking. So far he got to lead, but the smile in Kurama's eyes told him it might not last the whole night. He would have to get done as much as he could done as much as he could before then. Yasha nuzzled his way over to Kurama's ear, whispering, "you're perfect. More than perfect. Unimaginably perfect."
Yasha kissed down his neck, trailing to Kurama's collar. He bit him, just slightly, playfully. Yasha next kissed softly down his chest, letting his gloved hands trail lower, but staying above the hem Kurama's pants. Yasha focused his attention on his ribs, dancing his hands along them as the man beneath him exhaled deeply and loudly. Yasha's tongue daringly came to the right side of his chest and played with exposed nipple gently. Yasha pulled his tongue away and teased the other one as well, enjoying the soft, low moans he breathed. Yasha moved on to kiss lower. Yasha stopped at his hip bones with his mouth, but brought his hand down to touch his thigh, stroking it up and down. Yasha smirked to himself as he felt Kurama's hand come down to his braid, gripping and tugging on it.
Yasha pulled away and raised his head up. He pulled his braid over his shoulder, unraveling it. He pulled Kurama's hands into it and renewed his kissing. He allowed Kurama to guide his, almost, as he kissed. Kurama kept trying to push his head closer to his covered up cock.
Yasha moved his head mouth down to the hem of Kurama's pants. "What's this?" he asked teasingly. He nuzzled his nose along side it. Yasha brought his hands to the top of Kurama's pants, undoing them. He pulled the pants and the boxers beneath down to Kurama's knees and left them there. He trailed kisses along Kurama's exposed thighs, stroking them intermittently with his hands as well. Yasha then trailed his way back up to Kurama's hips, torso, and chest, reaching his mouth, and then ear.
"Now where do we go from here?" he whispered. Kurama was breathing deeply. Yasha slid his hand lower, teasing around his cock without touching it and focused on his thighs. "Here?" he teased. "Or here?" he asked in a husky voice, taking Kurama's cock in hand. Kurama moaned loudly, much to his pleasure. Yasha rubbed his handup and down on him. "I'll make you come," he purred.
Kurama's hand came up to Yasha's hair and pulled his mouth down to his, claiming it. Yasha brought his head up and dropped his hand on Kurama's cock. Yasha straddled him, gripped his jawline, and kissed him briefly. He kissed down the front of his neck, the center of his chest, the center of his stomach, and then down along his hips. Yasha's hands petted his thighs as he brought his cock into his mouth. Yasha sucked on him, moving his mouth at a steady pace. Kurama twitched and moaned beneath him. His hands slid into Yasha's hair. Yasha relished the reactions as he took more in his mouth. When Kurama finished, he swallowed it down, used to it after so many years.
Yasha smirked, raising himself up on his hunches. Kurama raised his upper body up, looking at him with a curious, but pleased face. Yasha stretched up, pulling off his shirt overhead. "Are you tired already? Are we finished?" he teased.
Kurama eyed him patiently. Then without warning, he struck. Yasha flinched instinctively when he felt a vine wrap around each wrist. He felt a sharp tug on his wrists, pulling him onto his back with his hands tied above his head. Yasha cursed his luck, half liking it, half annoyed by it. He watched Kurama shift on the bed nonchalantly. Two slimmer vine snaked up along Yasha's sides, rubbing against them affectionately. Yasha shivered, in part in anticipation. Kurama took off his unbuttoned shirt, dropping it on the bed next to Yasha. He watched Yasha patiently as the vines made their way up to his nipples, teasing his there. Yasha sucked down a deep breath, feeling his arousal spike. He tugged at the vines on his wrists, but they would not budge. Kurama watched him out of the corner of his eye, pulling off his pants, socks, and boxers. Yasha closed his eyes as the vines worked him over. Kurama looked back at him, cocking his head and watching curiously. The vines teased, feeling like they were doing a mix of biting and sucking on him. He felt his own cock swelling up within the constraints of his own pants.
"Oh gods, I hate you," Yasha moaned softly.
"You'll be thinking about this when I'm gone," Kurama said softly.
"Still hate you, ah," Yasha grumbled turn moaned.
How could too simple little plant parts turn him on so thoroughly? He felt the vines constrict harder. He wanted to reach down and undo his pants, but when he tugged at the cords, they did not budge. He looked over at Kurama, seeing him merely sitting patiently, watching him. Yasha pulled harder at the vines, kicking his legs, trying to get his pants off in some way. His cock throbbed monstrously.
"Oh, I fucking hate you," Yasha swore, trying to kick Kurama even. Kurama simply moved over on the bed and out of reach. He breathed, panting harder. It seemed almost impossible to draw a deep enough breath. He kicked and jerked his legs, wanting his pants off immediately. His chest felt almost numb with pleasure. The squirming around on the bed did not help his arousal. If anything, it was making it worse. His cock was getting minimal attention, hard pressed in his pants. Kurama reached over to him, seizing his ankles unexpectedly. He removed his socks, dropping them down on the floor. Then he firmly shoved Yasha's legs apart as far as he could spread them.
"Only one way you'll get to come," Kurama breathed, hands not letting him kick or move, even an inch. Yasha swore, hating the amount of arousal over taking him, but was not enough. Kurama leaned his legs, running his firm hands up the length of his legs. "Or you can hold out for five more minutes," Kurama breathed huskily. Yasha trembled, wanting it to be over, some way, any way, preferably in five seconds instead of five minutes. Kurama ran his hands over Yasha's inner thighs. Yasha watched Kurama undo his pants. Yasha moaned as he pulled them down to the middle of his thighs. Kurama bent his face down, his soft breath dancing over his cock. "How long can you hold out?" he asked in a playful, yet challenging way. "If you can take me instead of me taking you," he bargained right before he slipped Yasha's cock inside of his mouth.
Yasha sucked down a breath, thighs shaking. He threw his head back as his came silently in Kurama's mouth, losing any sense of control he could have had. "I... fucking... hate... you..." Yasha lied. He felt the vines let his chest go, trailing down south.
"I know," Kurama said as he tugged his pants and boxers off the rest of the way. "But I need to leave you with plenty of memories to tide you over."
Yasha screwed up his eyes, feeling a vine slip inside his asshole, slick and gentle. He felt it stretch him out, preparing him for Kurama. Kurama watched his face, looking excited and aroused. Sooner than anticipated, Kurama had the vine out of Yasha and slipped himself inside of him. Yasha pulled at the vines still held fast around his wrists. Kurama looked down at him curious as he moved. He paused in his movements, reached over, and untied Yasha's wrists. Yasha reached up immediately, locking his arms around Kurama's neck, pulling him down on top of him. Kurama finished in him with a sated sigh.
"You're the worst," Yasha whispered.
Kurama gave him an amused smirk. He kissed his playfully on his forehead. "Just remember that."
